Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Technologically Challenged

That IS an understatement! This is all new to me, this being on “inside” of the computer. [Oh come on, now, didn’t you, as a child, just ONCE think that there were little people INSIDE the television set doing all the acting?] This is totally uncharted and unfamiliar territory for me and I will readily admit right off the bat that I’m not quite sure how everything works – this whole “blog” thing. I know this will probably come back to bite me in the ass, but I’m just gonna do it – jump in head first and pray there’s water in the pool! Okay, let me give myself more credit than that. I do check to see if there’s water, I just don’t check to see whether it is ice cold or scalding hot. Yes sireeee, life is all about chances... Good Lord, I hope I have the right shoes for the journey that I am about to embark on!

In that vein, as a first-time blogger, but for reading the Terms of Service when I set this blog up, any other rules and regulations are, as yet, quite unknown to me. Surely there are some, and if anyone reading this wants to provide me with just a little direction, including a hint as to what shoes are best to wear while blogging, I’d appreciate it. Am I allowed to post things here I’ve copied from somewhere else? Can I copy them if I give the author credit? Do I first obtain permission, then I copy, then I give the author credit? Do I have to pay to use certain things that I want to copy and give the author credit for? And, if I do copy something that I’m not supposed to copy, am I going to get sued? [There an old proverb: “You can’t get blood from a stone.” Or, “You can’t squeeze blood from a Turnip.” Either way, I, personally, have nothing. No property, no money, no job, and no job prospects for any potential income. So, go ahead, sue me.]

About Me

Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a Woman who thought she was living the American Dream. Her childhood, although now not particularly memorable, was fairly normal. She went to school. She got a job. She met a tall, blonde and handsome pilot and married him. It was all good. They were the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple. The handsome pilot built her the house of her dreams in North Carolina, where she thought they would live for the remainder of their many, many days to come. Circumstances, totally out of the control of this lovely Ken and Barbie couple, changed everything. Shortly afterward, they came to find themselves living a whole new life in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Oh, sure, they are still the perfect “Ken and Barbie” couple, but Barbie now wears an abeyah over her designer outfits when she leaves her house, she has given up her pink convertible because she is not allowed to drive, and she no longer has an office that she visits five days a week, instead choosing to spend her time as a stay-at-home wife and an over-protective, doting Mommy to their two absolutely adorable, much loved and very, very pampered four-legged “Kids.”